"Is something wrong? Oh, I just got hit by an arrow!!"
Suddenly the monkey jumped up and started groping up and down, and soon found the arrow stuck in its chest.
I saw him press it and let out a long breath, then yanked it out and easily pulled out the arrow.
There was no blood on the arrow, but the sharp three-edged arrow seemed to have been shattered by something hard.
"It's okay, it's okay! Fortunately, I'm afraid of death."
As the monkey spoke, he breathed a sigh of relief and happily untied the outer layer of his sheepskin jacket, revealing the already bloated cotton armor underneath.
Then the cotton armor was untied, revealing the iron plate armor inside. There was an obvious groove on the chest of the plate armor, which was one centimeter deep.
It can be seen that facing this kind of arrow, even if you are wearing a sheepskin jacket, the cotton armor will still be extremely lethal after penetrating.
I can't imagine that without this layer of plate armor, the monkey would still be shot through.
Seeing this, Wang Er laughed angrily and punched the monkey directly. This was also the first time he punched a monkey. The monkey hit it and ran away with its head in its hands.
Zhao Ming also pointed at the monkey and laughed and scolded, "You are so damn young, so just fall asleep!"
The monkey was aggrieved, holding his head and saying helplessly, "I am known as a sharp knife in Guanzhong, and I often need to fight on horseback.
Who is here to dismount and fight, my advantage will be gone. I am afraid of death, so of course I have to be cautious. "
But if you say monkey is afraid of death, he is really afraid of death.
Don't be afraid of death, he can blow up the turret alone.
But it's lucky for the monkey to be so cautious. It's a pity for these brothers.
But there was nothing he could do. The armor was limited, so Zhao Ming could only fill up his direct lineage first.
As for letting these brothers who are out on inspection temporarily wear armor, Zhao Ming can't do it.
Once the armor is lost, it means that a brother of the Song Suppression Army has no protection on the battlefield.
People have such double standards, after all, there is a difference between closeness and distance.
Zhao Ming ignored the two men who continued to fight and led Zhang He to the corpse of an Outer Mongolian scout.
I picked up a bow and pulled it casually, but it failed to pull.
Immediately, he mustered up his strength and pulled hard. It was finally full, but Zhao Ming had already used 80% to 90% of his strength.
But it is simply impossible to maintain this kind of power all the time in actual combat!
"Master Zhang, try it and see how many pounds it weighs."
Zhao Ming threw the bow to Zhang He and immediately began to rub it on the ground one by one.
It looks like they are picking up these bows. After all, the bows used by these scouts are Manchu bows.
After all, this kind of bow is expensive to make. The bow arms are made of bamboo, elm, or birch wood. The front is pasted with ox or sheep horns, and the back is pasted with beef tendon or deer tendon. It is a standard tendon recurved compound bow.
Nowadays, masters who can make this kind of bow are very rare. There are many people in Outer Mongolia, but there are relatively few masters in China.
At least the bow Zhao Ming from Inner Mongolia has used, but its strength is far inferior to this.
Of course, it looks like it's picking up things on the outside, but it's actually picking up things, skills and some memories.
I originally wanted to grab my tongue, but now I don’t have to.
As each corpse was touched down, Zhao Ming's bow and arrow skills began to improve by leaps and bounds.
He had touched the corpses of many herdsmen before, and his archery skills had reached the level of first-line herdsmen.
But these Outer Mongolian scouts were all the best. After touching all eight corpses, Zhao Ming vaguely felt that his archery skills had reached another level.
Looking around, Zhao Ming was surprised to find that his concentration had improved a lot.
It's hard to describe the feeling. It's like a falcon, thinking of a target in mind, locking on it in an instant, and starting to concentrate on that area.
Of course, the eyesight has not improved, and the physical essence has not actually changed, but the concentration and insight have improved a lot.
This change was so obvious that when he saw a raised stone fifty meters away, Zhao Ming felt that he could hit it even with his eyes closed.
"Sir Zhao, I tried this bow. It weighs about one hundred and thirty pounds! It is a standard scout bow. It is also well maintained and is of high quality.
Unfortunately, there are not many uses for this kind of thing. "
Zhang He's words interrupted Zhao Ming's thoughts at the moment.
"If I want to use this bow, Master Zhang, do you think I can achieve this kind of arm strength through practice?" Zhao Minghu asked rhetorically.
Zhang He pondered carefully for a moment and then threw the bow to Zhao Ming.
"Sir Zhao, please try again and tell me how much strength you used."
Zhao Ming did not hesitate and drew the bow again, but this time it was unexpectedly easy.
Could it be that my strength has also improved?
No no no!
Soon Zhao Ming discovered that it was not the case, but that his bow-drawing skills had changed.
Hmm....the action gets uglier.
In fact, because of its rough shape and far larger size than other bows, Manchu bows require a strange forward posture when shooting.
And now Zhao Ming is in such a posture, it looks very indecent with his butt raised.
However, this is a bit cool on horseback, but this posture does require less effort than before.
It seemed that the muscle memory of touching corpses made Zhao Ming subconsciously complete this set of labor-saving actions.
"How much strength is it now?" Seeing that Zhao Ming was full, Zhang He asked.
"Sixty percent."
"Well, then pull the bow string to 60% and try again!"
"Now it's 40%!"
"Sir Zhao, I think as long as you practice more diligently, you will definitely have no problem using this kind of bow.
Your talents are very good, you have a big frame and outstanding strength. A full bow requires only 50% of the force, and a half bow requires 30% or even 20% of the force. You can even use this as a common weapon.
Of course only for grassland use! It also requires training in accuracy. "
Zhang He reminded seriously.
After all, it's not that Zhao Ming can fully use this kind of bow and arrow with 60% of his strength now, but archery itself is a repetitive physical activity.
Maybe every time you use 60% of the force, the arrow will lose force after five shots. If you repeat it ten times, you will probably not be able to cock the bow again for a whole day. And it will greatly affect subsequent close combat.
Secondly, in many cases, if you want to cause damage from a longer distance, you have to use a full bow. After all, a bow is different from a gun.
As for it being limited to the grasslands, that's because this is all about mobile and fast combat.
In the Central Plains, there are large-scale swarm operations with firearms. It's okay to use a bow to make a surprise attack, but as the main weapon, you can't do it even if you risk your life.
No matter how talented you are, if you draw the bow dozens of times, your hand will be useless.
As for the power of the Manchu bow, Zhang He also has no doubt about this.
Because in the late Ming Dynasty, when the Manchus fought with them, the accuracy and power of the Manchu bows far exceeded the firearms of the Ming army. Are you angry?
Many people in later generations believed that the supervision of firearms manufacturing in the late Ming Dynasty was not good enough, resulting in many defective products.
It is undeniable that there are certain factors, but are those generals who are strict in running the army unaware of the problems? They will also privately obtain some good products for their subordinates to deploy.
But it just can't compare to other people's primitive weapons, so there's nothing we can do about it.
Many generals of the Ming Army and the Peasant Army were often killed directly by just one arrow from the Manchu Army, without any medicine or stone.
The summary is one sentence, the winner will be killed immediately!
As the culmination of the feudal dynasty, the previous dynasty still had two brushes. Of course, the decay in the final period cannot be washed away.
No matter how good the ancient weapons are, they will be eliminated because they no longer change and cannot be used flexibly.
Not to mention that at the end of the early dynasty, very few of the Eight Banners disciples could pull a hundred pounds.
